Scarlet decides to go to Wolf one night. What I really fucking wish happened during Cress. Based on an idea by my new friend Anna about Wolf's heightened senses. A really cool theory actually.
She dreamed of the train again. The rush of movement under her back, with him hovering over her. Pressed between two equally solid surfaces, hurtling across the countryside on the train. And against his body.
Her adrenaline tore through her body as he lowered himself, settling between her legs -as she had wanted him to back then- gently grinding his hips against hers. They kissed, with the intensity of the chip-swap at the opera, but this time lusty and personal and intimate. His face nudged hers as she fumbled with his belt, his eyes pouring into hers, trusting her.
His arm stretched between them, reaching to touch her, and she felt it slide down her belly and under the waistband of her jeans, slowly, slowly…
Scarlet woke in a sheen of sweat; her eyes popping open, immediately wide awake.
She groaned softly, knowing that this was the moment she had to wake up, right when things were getting good. Her hands covered her face as she stilled her breathing. At least she tried to.
It's not like he wouldn't do that to you now, if he was here.
She bit her lip at the thought. But he wouldn't come here. He was waiting for her.
She fumbled with the portscreen next to her bed, checking the time. The harsh glow informed her she had to be awake soon anyway.
She snaked a hand down, adjusting her underwear uncomfortably. This was going to be a problem, if she kept waking up like this every morning.
Yawning, she settled on a thick pair of pants, some breakfast before the small kitchen got crowded, and a hot shower before everyone else was lined up for the bathroom. That would have to function as a treatment to this growing problem.
The kitchen was empty and full with the strange whirring that she'd realized was Iko's snoring. She settled into the privacy with a bit more comfort. At least no one saw her before she could fix her mussed hair or smell the sweat on her body.
She sloppily poured herself a bowl of cereal, her shaking hands getting more milk on the countertop than the glass. She placed both of her palms on the counter, taking a deep breath and making herself be still, be calm, be even.
She jumped out of her skin at the feeling of a hand on her shoulder.
"Scarlet?" Wolf's voice was off.
It was a lot like a familiar growl. It was rough, low, and a bit of a warning.
His noise dug under her ear, nudging her neck softly.
She took a soft, sharp breath. She could feel the heat of his body brush her skin, yet he held back, careful not to touch her fully.
"Is there something wrong?" she said, turning her head slightly, an easy excuse to lean towards his face.
He sniffed at her hungrily, burying his face in her hair.
"You just…smell different," He mumbled, settling his hands on her hips, "you have for a couple days now…"
She shut her eyes tightly. Oh, he could smell it on her. Oh no. Would there ever be any secrets that she could keep from him, for once?
She sighed, leaning her head back against his chest.
"What do you smell?"
"I…I don't know. But it makes me…feel funny…"
His arms wrapped around her.
She just wanted him to bend her over the counter at this point, no matter how hair-brained the idea seemed. She needed him. Her body was sending him signals and his wolf instincts were catching them before she even realized what she was doing. This was torture, the threat of any of her new friends catching them.
He would never initiate something like that. That was so risky, that would make her so uncomfortable. He was being incredibly delicate with the pace of their relationship. He held himself back from her, even now, with a chaste hug as it was clear he was ready to ravage her willing body.
This was all up to her.
Reluctantly, she pulled away.
"Breakfast," she said weakly, with a nervous smile. He nodded, reaching for a bowl from the cabinet behind her head, briefly trapping her against the counter.
Scarlet held her breath as he brought the dish down, cradling it against his chest carefully. They exchanged brief glances as they brushed past each other, preparing for the morning.
Her free hand rested on the table as she ate, and he draped his large one over hers. His fingers squeezed lightly, reassuring, but also protectively. It was a strange, silent pledge. He was there to serve her. Protect her. Please her, if need be. She was in control. She just had to ask. He flipped their hands so hers rested over his, his alpha, his mate, his Scarlet.
She just had to muster up the courage to take control.
A/N this'll be at least a three shot, and I mean that this time. My biggest gripe with Cress was barely and Scarlet and Wolf, and what we did get was torture. Oh well.
Very special thanks to my new friend Anna's brilliant request, which definitely got rusted, dusty wheels turning once again in my mind.